Marc Chagall Painting

Marc Chagall Painting
Henri Matisse Painting
Van Gogh Painting
Van Gogh Sunflower
¡¡¡¡`I wish I was a horse; then I could run for miles in this splendid air, and not lose my breath. It was capital; but see what a guy it's made me. Go, pick up my things, like a cherub as you are,' said Jo, dropping down under a maple-tree which was carpeting the bank with crimson leaves. ¡¡¡¡Laurie leisurely departed to recover the lost property, and Jo bundled up her braids, hoping no one would pass by till she was tidy again. But someone did pass by, and who should it be but Meg, looking particularly ladylike in her state and festival suit, for she had been making calls. ¡¡¡¡`What in the
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world are you doing here?' she asked, regarding her dishevelled sister with well-bred surprise. ¡¡¡¡`Getting leaves,' meekly answered Jo, sorting the rosy handful she had just swept up. ¡¡¡¡`And hairpins,' added Laurie, throwing half a dozen into Jo's lap. `They grow on this road, Meg; so do combs and brown straw hats.' ¡¡¡¡`You have been running, Jo; how could you? When will you be stopping such romping ways?' said Meg, reprovingly, as she settled her cuffs, and smoothed her hair, with which the wind had taken liberties.